Page 36 of Saving Meadow

“I stop because I want to take this slow with you. I need you to be a hundred percent comfortable with what we’re doing and where we’re going. I want nothing more than to sink into you, baby, trust me. But it’s more than physical. I don’t just want you tonight and a few nights after. I want to go the distance. I’m in this for the long run. I won’t take you until I know you’re there with me.”

“I’m there, Nick,” she pouted.

So goddamned cute.

“Almost. We’re almost there, Red. Besides, think how good it’s going to be when we finally make our way to a bed. Anticipation.”

“Fine. But I want it on the record; I’m ready now. Will you kiss me before I put on my lipstick?” she asked, then raised her head fully to hold my gaze. “And just so you know; all night when you’re sitting across from me I won’t be able to stop thinking about your hard-on, and how it will feel in my hand and in my mouth when you finally lift the sex moratorium.”

Jesus H. I couldn’t believe my ears. I might’ve shaken my head a few times to knock the surprise of her words clear before I gave her the kiss she asked for.

Each time we’d kissed was no less exciting than the last. In fact, they got better and better. Meadow was more confident, bold, and trusting. Her tongue danced with mine, and when she bit my bottom lip, I nearly lost control. My hand tightened in her hair. Tugging, I tilted her head, giving me a better angle to fully control the kiss. Damn, she tasted like heaven, and in a moment of weakness I broke the kiss so I could finally taste her neck. Dipping lower, I ran my tongue across the exposed flesh of her cleavage. She had great tits, and the thought of sucking and biting her nipples until they were hard peaks had my dick throbbing and begging for relief. With a final peck on her lips, I pulled back and had to take several calming breaths before I could talk.

“We need to leave the house, now. While I still have enough self-control.”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she nodded and followed me to the door.

The restaurant was packed, leaving us to wait at the bar until our table was ready. I was a little surprised when Meadow ordered a beer; I took her for more of the wine type. When I told her so, she laughed and explained that wine made her sleepy, and if she was sleepy she’d start thinking of crawling into her bed, which would lead to thoughts of us getting into bed and me licking her all the places I’d promised. She wasn’t doing my dick any favors. It still hadn’t fully softened after our kiss, and after her whispered admission, I was rock hard again.

The well-being of my dick won out, and I pulled Meadow close. Taking her hand, I placed it over my erection. Keeping her hand under mine, I used it to adjust, relieving some of the pressure. Her body locked and her hand squeezed. Fuck, that felt good.

“Soon,” I whispered and brought our hands up to my mouth, kissing her fingers.

“I’m not above begging,” she said, low enough none of the other patrons could hear.

“There are a lot of things I’ll make you beg for. Touching me will never be one of them.”

“Hi, guys!”

Meadow nearly fell over the bar stool she was half sitting half leaning against when she heard the exuberant voice over her shoulder.

A shock of greenish blue hair and a huge smile greeted me when I looked from Meadow to the voice.

“Becky, right?” I asked.

“Hey, yeah. Weird seeing you outside of Sam’s,” she said.

Meadow relaxed and turned to the barista. “You changed the color of your hair. It looks great.”

“Oh, yeah, I was tired of the purple. Mom keeps telling me my hair is going to fall out if I keep bleaching it, but, you know. One day I’ll have to get a real job and do that adulting stuff. I won’t be able to have crazy hair anymore. Anyway, sorry to bother you, I just wanted to say hi.”

“No bother. It was nice seeing you too,” Meadow told her.

“Oh, one more thing. Not that it’s a big deal or anything, but my last day at the shop will be next week. I’m training the new person starting tomorrow. Make sure you come in. I want to introduce her to my regulars and teach her how you all like your coffee before I leave.”

“Oh no. You’re leaving? Why? My vanilla coffee will never taste the same,” Meadow teased.

“I graduated last June. Mom was happy to have me stay until I found a real job using my degree. I finally did. I start in two weeks,” Becky explained.

“Well, then, I guess I’ll learn to love my coffee even if it’s not as good as when you make it.” Meadow smiled at her.

“What kinda job?” I asked.

“I got a teaching job. I majored in early childhood development with an emphasis on delayed and learning disabilities. I’m so excited. It’s a great private school; I’ll be in a first-grade classroom.”

“That’s wonderful. What a great job.” Meadow’s smile faltered, but she quickly recovered, the same way she did anytime something to do with children was brought up.

“Good luck! We’ll be in to see you before you leave,” I told her.